1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 5th
En la secundaria, me mudé de colegio 3 veces! Bueno me mudaron! Creo que en uno de los colegios a los que fui dure un mes o dos. Y ni que decir de la primaria (unas 4 veces más o menitos).
En la época de adolescente es realmente difícil entrar a un colegio nuevo con gente nueva que se conoce desde la infancia.
Aun así, fui estudiante de el colegio Alberto Benjamin Simpson. Habían grupos ya formados, y creo que hablaba con todos. En esas épocas hice grupo de 3 que luego se volvió 6.
Grupo tranquilo de chicas. Aunque en este viaje a las memorias de el pasado me hubiese gustado ver a mis compañer@s de el Simpson, el tiempo voló y la meta principal era El Centenario de mi Colegio Union. Entonces… me escapé! Y pude encontrarme con 3 de mi grupo de chicas que aún están en mi Perú. Las 2 que no estuvieron es porque una esta en Australia y otra amiguita se perdió (como que siempre hay una que se pierde!) mas biencito que existe las redes sociales y es por ello que la amiga perdida apareció!
Con este grupo de amigas pudimos conversar en esa hora y poquito más de todo! Y cuando escribo de todo, significa de todo! De los momentos lindos y de los momentos difíciles. De lo que nos estrujo el corazón, de las veces que sentimos que no podíamos más… sin embargo Cristo estuvo, esta, y estará con nosotras.
A medida que pasa la vida en mi caminar percibo que los humanos tenemos paredes, preferimos cubrir nuestras tristezas o momentos difíciles por temor a como nos van a tratar o como los demás serán con nosotros si supieran nuestras verdades (me ha pasado). Hay quienes realmente están dispuestos a escuchar y quienes realmente se preocupan por uno. Pero quienes son esas personas?
En mi caminar esas personas han sido las que
- me han escuchado
- me han dicho, como te puedo apoyar (y me han apoyado no solo de palabras si no con hechos)
- oremos juntas, orare por ti
Realmente que bendición el poder compartir ese tiempo con amigas de adolescencia hablando como se dice en mi Peru “a calzón quitado”
Puedes hablar con alguien así? A alguien le pudiste contar lo que te hizo llorar, lo que estrujo tu corazón?
Te escribo el proximo Martes.
Para servirte,
Monica
1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 5th
In high school, I moved schools 3 times! Well they moved me! I think in one of the schools I went I lasted a month or two. During primary school I moved schools about 4 times approximately.
During the teen years it is really difficult to enter into a new school, usually there are clicks and sometimes students have known each other since childhood.
I went to Alberto Benjamin Simpson School. There were groups already formed, and I think I talked to everyone. Somehow I ended up in a group of 3 that later became 6.
My group was a calm group of girls. Although on this trip, I would have liked to see my peers from Simpson School, time flew and the main goal was to be part of the Centenary of Union School. I was able to make a window of time to visit with 3 of my friends from the calm group from Simpson School, who are in my Peru. The 2 that I was not able to see was because one is in Australia and another friend was lost (there is always one that is lost!). The benefits of social media is that you can find lost friends or they can find you. When I was back home the lost friend was able to get a hold of me (hooray!).
With this group of friends we were able to talk during that and extra minutes about everything! And when I write everything, it means everything! We talked about the beautiful moments and the difficult moments, most of us are now married and have children, one is single and ready to mingle. We talked about marriage, children, broken hearts, sorrows, things that makes us happy, etc. We spoke about the times when we saw Christ doing the work in our lives.
As life goes by in my walk I perceive that we humans have walls, we prefer to cover our sorrows or difficult moments for fear of how they will treat us or how others will be with us if they knew our truths (it has happened to me). There are those who are really willing to listen and who really care about you. But who are these people?
In my experience the ones who care
- They have listened to me
- They have offer their help (with actions)
- They prayed, pray, and will pray for me
What a blessing to be able to share that time with friends of those wonder years, be able to speak without walls.
Can you talk to someone like that? Can you tell someone what made you cry? What hurts?
So grateful to be able to share that time with friends from my teenage years, women who love Christ, women who encourage.
Will write to you next Tuesday.
At your service;
Mónica
Many Hats Monica 